Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 51 of 53

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Good, sir, I beseech you, be good to me. Tell him he shall to the jail, away with him, I say. Nay, sir, if you will commit me, it shall be for committing more than this: I will not lose, by my travail, any grain of my fame certain. How is this! My man, Brainworm! O yes, uncle. Brainworm has been with my cousin EDWARD, and I, all this day. I told you all, there was some device! Nay, excellent justice, since I have laid myself thus open to you; now, stand strong for me: both with your sword, and your balance. Body o'me, a merry knave! Give me a bowl of sack: If he belong to you, master KNO'WELL, I bespeak your patience. That is it, I have most need of. Sir, if you'll pardon me, only; I'll glory in all the rest, of my exploits. Sir, you know, I love not to have my favours come hard, from me. You have your pardon: though I suspect you shrewdly for being of counsel with my son, against me. Yes, faith, I have, sir; though you retained me doubly this morning, for yourself: first, as Brainworm; after, as FITZ-SWORD. I was your reformed soldier, sir. 'Twas I sent you to COBS, upon the errand, without end. Is it possible! or that thou shouldst disguise thy language so, as I should not know thee? O, sir, this has been the day of my metamorphosis! It is not that shape alone that I have run through, today. I brought this gentleman, master KITELY, a message too, in the form of master justices man, here, to draw him out o' the way, as well as your worship: while master WELL-BRED might make a conveyance of mistress BRIDGET, to my young master. How! my sister stolen away? My son is not married, I hope! Faith, sir, they are both as sure as love, a priest, and three thousand pound (which is her portion) can make 'em: and by this time are ready to bespeak their wedding supper at the windmill, except some friend, here, prevent 'em, and invite 'em home. marry, that will I (I thank thee, for putting me in mind on't.) Sirrah, go you, and fetch 'em hither, upon my warrant. Neither's friends have cause to be sorry, if I know the young couple, aright. Here, I drink to thee, for thy good news. But, I pray thee, what hast thou done with my man FORMAL. Faith, sir, after some ceremony past, as making him drunk, first with story, and then with wine (but all in kindness) and stripping him to his shirt: I left him in that cool vain, departed, sold your worships warrant to these two, pawned his livery for that varlet's gown, to serve it in; and thus have brought myself, by my activity, to your worship's consideration.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayEvery Man in His Humor
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1598
First performance (BritDrama)1598 [Sep]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 405 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.01
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 1682–1700 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 51 of 53 in this edition
Length479 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.813
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Good, sir, I beseech you, be good to me. Tell him he shall to the iayle, away with him, I say▪ Nay, sir, if you will commit mee, it shall bee for committing more then this: I will not loose, by my trauaile, any graine of my fame certaine. How is this! My man, BRAYNE-WORME! O yes, vncle. BRAYNE-WORME ha's beene with my cossen EDWARD, and I, all this day. I told you all, there was some deuice! Nay, excellent Iustice, since I haue laid my selfe thus open to you; now, stand strong for mee: both with your sword, and your ballance. Bodie o'me, a merry knaue! Giue me a bowle of sack: If hee belong to you, master KNO'WELL, I bespeake your patience. That is it, I haue most need of. Sir, if you'll pardon me, only; I'll glorie in all the rest, of my exploits. Sir, you know, I loue not to haue my fauours come hard, from me. You haue your pardon: though I suspect you shrewdly for being of counsell with my sonne, against me. Yes, faith, I haue, sir; though you retain'd me doubly this morning, for your selfe: first, as BRAYNE-WORME; after, as FITZ-SWORD. I was your reform'd souldier, sir. 'Twas I sent you to COBS, vpon the errand, without end. Is it possible! or that thou should'st disguise thy language so, as I should not know thee? O, sir, this ha's beene the day of my metamorphosis! It is not that shape alone that I haue runne through, to day. I brought this gentleman, master KITELY, a message too, in the forme of master Iustices man, here, to draw him out o' the way, as well as your worship: while master WELL-BRED might make a conueiance of mistris BRIDGET, to my yong master. How! my sister olne away? My sonne is not married, I hope! Faith, sir, they are both as sure as loue, a priest, and three thousand pound (which is her portion) can make 'hem: and by this time are readie to bespeake their wedding supper at the wind-mill, except some friend, here, preuent 'hem, and inuite 'hem home. Marie, that will I (I thanke thee, for putting me in mind o't.) Sirrah, goe you, and fetch 'hem hither, vpon my warrant. Neithers friends haue cause to be orrie, if I know the yong couple, aright. Here, I drinke to thee, for thy good newes. But, I pray thee, what hast thou done with my man FORMALL. Faith, sir, after some ceremonie past, as making him drunke, first with storie, and then with wine (but all in kindnesse) and stripping him to his shirt: I left him in that coole vaine, departed, sold your worships warrant to these two, pawn'd his liuerie for that varlets gowne, to serue it in; and thus haue brought my selfe, by my actiuitie, to your worships consideration.